The Most Intense Staring Contest.

The Slinky One is sitting with a parrot on his shoulder. "Well hello!" he says, "My cousin would like to challenge you to a staring contest!" 332 hours later, The Woman and Cousin Bird are still staring at each other. Cousin Bird has crazy eyes. "Okay, this is intense!" The Slinky One says, hunkered down under them. Walking away toward someone with wavy hair, The Slinky One says, "Okay, you have fun, I'm gonna check out this blonde!"

My cousin bird was a champion at doing freaky stuff with her eyes, and I’m honestly not sure who would win in a staring contest between her and The Woman but I know it would be a thing to see.

Shoutout to the little bird that kept me company on July 4, too. The Slinky One used to assist me with my fireworks photos, but this year it was that little one. Birds rule.

Can’t Talk. Mesmerized.

The Slinky One tells the squirrel he'll take him to the trees. The squirrel can't talk, mesmerized, he says. The Woman is herding cows, calling them last week's shoes and hamburgers. "Line up!" she tells them. "That's my sister!" The Slinky One tells the squirrel. "Hi, my cat! I have ten jobs and the new girl is catching up with her kids. How's it going?" "You gotta show my friend the trees," The Slinky One tells her.

Is this the heaven for border collies? Herding cows and squirrels? Do cows get rewarded for being your burger by still needing to be herded? What about squirrels, I would think heaven for squirrels involves a lot of nuts. I guess technically that’s what’s happened.

Shoutout to my bestie’s German Shepherd Krikkit, who better be running free in the sun with her kids and sleeping on all the pillows.

Who’s This Dame?

The Slinky One is lounging in the sun, talking to a butterfly. "You don't say? How about that?" he says. m'Man, in a box nearby, says, "Whoo! I don't believe it!" Over the hill comes a third black cat, calling out, "Rrraaaagh!" "Who's this dame?" asks m'Man. "It's not my bro," The Slinky One points out. "So what brings you here?" The Slinky One asks. "Mraaagh," says the other black cat. "Join the club!" m'Man declares.

While we’re on vacation, let’s check in on The Slinky One, m’Man, and the good sir who was only referenced in one other comic and he died already WHAT IS THIS YEAR. I did tell him to look for my Slinky son and m’Man, and if nothing is really over and just over there, then I hope they’re all getting along and not hissing at each other.

(tl;dr The Fluffy One is OKAY.)